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Authors name: rodsti@hotmail.com (Rod Stiffener)
Story title : PUTTING THE "FUN" INTO "DYSFUNCTIONAL"
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PUTTING THE "FUN" INTO "DYSFUNCTIONAL"
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Jake had only been in town for a couple of months. A
bit of a loner, he had been drifting around picking
up work where he could get it. But now that he was
on trial at the machine shop, he had some steady
income and could think about putting down a few
roots again. Very different from working in
trucking. And he could start accumulating the
wherewithall to get another Harley, to replace the
one lost to bike thieves the previous year. No more
Sidewalk Commando status for him.
Through the machine shop he had met a few kindred
spirits. Customers who had brought in heads for
porting work, cylinders for re-boring, and when he
saw Harley parts come across the counter it was like
the memory of his own lost cycle was haunting him.
He would go the extra mile for those customers, and
soon it was being suggested that he should come
and hang out, roll some numbers, blast the cobwebs
out of the stereo system.
They went on runs, too. Not wearing colors, nothing
like that. Too much aggravation, you have to be
prepared to put your life on the line if you start
wearing colors. But they got a buzz out of going
places in groups, just for the sheer thrill of riding.
Jake would excuse himself from going on any runs,
though. He wasn't going to pack double behind
anyone. Getting back on his own two wheels was a
matter of pride to him. Sometimes, though, he
would follow along later in his tintop, to bring a
keg of beer and pick up any parts that might have
vibrated loose on the way.
He was a man of few words, and difficult to get to
know. But his machining skills made him worth
knowing, to people who rode the older iron and who
thought the newer Harleys were fit only for effeminate
stock-brokers.
Soon he was part of a circle of down-to-earth people,
the kind who wouldn't hesitate to call a spade a fucking
spade. Educated mainly in the University of Hard Knocks,
they looked forward to Saturday morning rides and
Saturday night rages, taking pride in an ability to party
all night and still be able to function at work the next
day. Monica-gate did not bother them at all; to their
mind, frequent blowjobs should be an integral part of any
Presidency.
Jake ended up on best terms with Steve, Frank, John,
Paul, and their ladies who they changed like library
books. Except that Paul and Sharon were now an item.
In fact Sharon was about six months pregnant, and
quite large with it. She was quite large anyway, being
very broad across the hips with big buttocks and upper
legs. Real thunderthighs, complete with cellulite. He
wouldn't call her obese though, in the sense of fat all
over. More like "pear-shaped", since her upper half was
of normal proportions. If she were to be described as
having an hourglass figure, then you needed to imagine
a pretty bottom-heavy glass. She also had magnificent
boobs that hung fairly low.
Jake had made these observations during some
riverside barbecues they'd held when the weather was
fine. Her bathing costume struggled to keep everything
in. Especially now that her belly was distended, and
her breasts had become larger than normal. She had a
lovely complexion; pale, white and generally pretty
flawless skin. She had a nose a bit too big for her face,
and full, pouty lips. The type of lips that someone once
referred to as "cock-sucking lips". He often found
himself attracted to women who were not the usual
fashion stereotype, especially if they had nice a
complexion and nice breasts. On the other hand,
Barbie-dolls and Miss Universe types didn't do a lot for
him. Too unreal, he thought. He liked "real" women.
Or did he just lack ambition?
Her partner Paul was a little shrimp of a guy who acted
big, probably because he had a complex about being
small. He maintained a tough-guy image, with black leather
waist-coat and long beard trimmed to make him look like a
chip off the ZZ Topp. An okay guy, but with a harder edge
to him than others with less to prove.
And Sharon needed a bit of watching, as she didn't
mind attention from other men. Not just flashing her
tits at truckers while on the highway either. That was
just par for the course. In all her interactions with
men, she always seemed conscious of the fact that they
were MEN. Flirty remarks, sexual innuendo, saying
things like "Thank you hairy crutch" if a door were
opened for her. If no one were paying her any
attention, then she would encourage some attention. It
was as if she didn't feel valid as a woman unless there
were always some bees buzzing around her honeypot.
Being the new boy in town and conscious that he
should mind his manners, Jake would normally have
just noted in passing that Sharon was attractive and
left it at that. But she had this air of sweetness and
vulnerability that tugged at him somehow. And she
always managed to convey the impression to all men
that she was one women with a very positive attitude
toward fucking. Just how positive could she get, Jake
couldn't help wondering?
And Paul was not around for some reason, on the day
that Steve celebrated his birthday. The others all
decided to have a night on the town. Sharon was
especially looking forward to it because she had not
been out on her own for a while, and Paul was strict
on her about not drinking or smoking marijuana while
pregnant.
Which makes sense, and she would probably have been
all for it if he would only support her by abstaining
himself. But why should she be a martyr while he was
still having a good time? At times the rights of her
unborn child would take second place to her one-up-
manship with Paul.
Jake's beat-up Chevy V-8 was having triple bypass
surgery that week, so Sharon gave him a lift in her VW
Beetle, painted a delicate shade of "nipple pink". The
others all piled into Steve's car, so as to keep the
amount of drink-drive convictions to a minimum. They
started at a bar, drinking bourbon except Sharon who
stayed on orange juice. She couldn't help joining in,
though, when they went out to the alley to roll up a
couple of numbers. She was as keen as anyone to
dangle off the end of a spliff or three while planning
the next move.
After an hour or two spent "warming up" at the bar,
they went on to a night club. Sharon turned a few
heads when she got onto the dance floor with Jake,
wearing a dark red velvet dress and carrying a stomach
that announced her arrival about three yards before
she got there. But she loved dancing and wanted to
enjoy herself, so he thought, why not? The others
stayed at the bar, while Steve found someone he fancied
and started navigating her around the dancefloor. So
Jake mostly danced with Sharon but not always.
Another guy parked himself on the barstool next to hers
and started chatting away with her.
He was a travelling business type from out of town and
didn't know anyone, so was willing to strike up a
conversation with anybody. It was clear they were
getting on like a house on fire, animated conversation
followed by the odd slow dance out on the floor. It was
just in Sharon's line, to have two guys fluttering around
her like moths. The business type and Jake alternated
the dancing duties, and next thing they all knew, she
had a glass of bourbon in her hand. This guy was
buying her drinks for her, and at those expensive
nightclub prices, she was too flattered to refuse. Paul's
strictures about abstinence were going out the window
tonight, as she was already a bit stoned from the joints
smoked earlier.
The guy seemed to fancy her a bit, despite her obvious
condition, and they were dancing kind of close. At
least, as close as her huge belly would allow. His groin
was bumping right up against it as they danced. Her
belly had been bumping up against Jake's groin as well,
especially on the slower numbers when couples get to
go into a clinch. If he had looked down, he would have
seen a milky-white cleavage thrust up by a bra that was
now a size too small, framed by the red velvet v-neck of
her dress.
Friend's wife or not, that kind of thing is instant hard-
on material, and in her condition any hard-on would be
unavoidably pressed against her navel. So Jake kept his
gaze fixed over her shoulder and silently said "Down,
boy!" to his stirring dick. When this other chap danced
with her, he took no such precautions. Jake could see
him glancing down at her boobs from time to time, and
she knew it but was enjoying the attention. Jake saw
no harm in it. He supposed that she liked to feel
attractive, and not just be treated like the Goodyear
blimp.
After they'd been there about two hours Steve decided
he was going to leave with his new-found friend, so
that they could get to know each other better. This
broke up the party somewhat, as he was the reason for
coming out in the first place. The others went and
caught a cab, to go home and give the stereo some
exercise while they mellowed out. But Sharon told Jake
that she wanted to stay and dance a bit longer. So the
two of them went back out onto the floor. The friendly
stranger had also gone, so it was now a party of two.
They were both on a high by now, from the bourbon
and the dope. Her hand went around his back to pull
him closer, so his crutch was constantly rubbing
against her taut, distended belly. It felt good to be
gliding over the dancefloor to those smoochy numbers
the DJ's always put on in the later part of the evening.
Jake had one of her hands held in his, and every so
often she would give it a squeeze.
His other hand was resting on her hip. Any time that
it moved slightly, it would slide the velvet of her
dress up and down over her bare skin. Looking down,
he could see her eyes were closed, and she was just
going with the flow of wherever he steered her. Her
ample cleavage was truly a vision of loveliness, and
his half-erect cock would twitch every so often at
the sight. Pressed hard against her, there was no way
that she couldn't have felt it stirring into life.
They hadn't yet really crossed the line of improper
behaviour. Sure, his semi-hardon was jammed up
against her, but what could he do? It was unavoidable,
really. He was sure she would understand his
predicament. Don't know if Paul would be so
understanding, though ... .
The line began to be crossed at the moment when she
started to swing her hips in time to the music, so that
her belly was brushing back and forth against his cock.
This got it to almost full hardness. If he moved away,
she pulled him back again. It appeared that she was
deliberately trying to give him a hard-on. She had also
leaned forward so that her head was almost resting on
his shoulder, and the change in body angle meant that
his hand had now slid around onto one of her massive
buttocks. The rotation of her hips meant that his palm
was slipping the velvet material back and forth across
her backside, in little motions on a bodypart which
experience taught him was definitely an erogenous
zone.
They were now about as closely intertwined as it is
possible to be with a heavily pregnant woman in a
public place. It looked like she intended to break some
vows that no man is supposed to put asunder. But it
felt so good to be holding her that he did not want to
pull away. The fact that she was pregnant was neither
a turn-on nor a turn-off, in fact it was pretty irrelevant
at that stage. She just wanted to be held, and he was
happy to hold her.
Jake was a fellow who always cultivated a gruff
exterior, as did most of the males of his social
background. It made him a better poker player, but
didn't mean that he was a totally unfeeling swine. Her
air of innocence and vulnerability was getting to him,
and from what he knew of their relationship he tended
to side with her over Paul. A stupid, dangerous thing
to do, but he felt drawn to her and was starting to get
protective of her. Not to mention aroused. Down boy,
dammit!
Finally he said. "It's time we went." Well, if he hadn't
said that, the sweep-up people would have found them
still there in the morning!
She said "Okay," and hand-in-hand they headed for the
exit.
There was no conversation between them as she drove
the VW Beetle homewards, except once when suddenly,
out of nowhere, she said, "I've always liked big guys."
He knew at once that this was an invitation to go and
view her etchings. It was a clear reference to the fact
that he stood at 6'1" and 220 lb, while Paul was a runty
5'5" and 130 lb.
But apart from that one simple statement about
preferred male physique, she said nothing else and
neither did he. It was just assumed by both of them
that they were headed back to her place.
They pulled up in the drive and headed toward the
darkened house. She waddled in front of him up the
steps, pulling her housekey out of her bag. Inside, she
turned on a single light for the hall and went straight
down to the bedroom. Her bedroom ... and Paul's too.
Jake could see a wedding photo in a frame, and a photo
of the two of them seated on Paul's Harley.
She stopped and turned, lit up only by the light from
the hallway, and stood waiting. He walked slowly in,
head spinning with thoughts of guilt, tenderness ... and
horniness. If there is one thing he can't seem to resist,
it is being wanted. It seems so ungentlemanly to refuse
a lady. Despite the danger of big time consequences if
Paul ever found out, he knew that the moment they
kissed he would be lost.
And so it proved. Those "cock-sucking" lips were warm
and full, and swiftly enveloped his protruding tongue.
Her belly was once more rubbing on his crutch, while
he put one hand on her bum again and brought the
other up onto her breasts. They were big and heavy,
and even with the support of a bra they hung very low.
The nipples were huge, and could be easily felt through
the layers of material. He glided his thumb back and
forth over one, and after a few moments felt it stiffen
even more.
Her mouth was open to his, soft lips crushed against
him and tongues swirling around each other. One of
her hands came up and she brushed a fingernail over
his nipple through the shirt material. God, he loved it
when his nipples were being played with! There must
be nerves running from each one straight down to his
cock.
His hand on her backside tugged at the velvet material
until the hem had come up and he could reach into the
waistband of her panties. Her wobbly arse cheeks were
colossal, and soft like grabbing a handful of
featherdown pillow. He stroked the bare skin around
her butt-crack, in the sensitive area by her anus.
Time to see her naked. He always enjoyed undressing a
women, and liked to take his time to reveal everything
bit by bit. First he stood behind her and unzipped her
at the back, then slid that dress up over her head. This
brought into view sensible cotton panties that were
dwarfed by the size of her arse into looking more like a
g-string. There was seemingly acres of milky white
cellulite-dimpled flesh around her bum and thighs.
Then he revealed her sturdy bra with its row of hooks,
straps cutting into her sides under the weight they
bore. He left her there in her underwear while he
dropped his pants and shirt, and freed his cock from
his briefs.
He stood against her bum, with her buttocks pushed
into his thighs and cock against the small of her back.
Reaching around, he played with a breast through the
bra, running his hand over the thick material and
feeling the heavy sponginess within. The other hand
made widening circles over the tight skin of her swollen
stomach, round and tight as a drum. He tried to reach
around to her crotch but the stomach was too big and
he could only reach the pussy hair at the top of her
mound under the waistband of her panties. Jake's hips
were thrusting his cock in little fucking movements
against the billowy flesh of her buttocks. She was
leaning back into him with her eyes closed, savouring
the sensation of the little touches he was giving her
here and there.
Jake unhooked the bra and slid it forward until it fell
away from her breasts. He took their weight in his
cupped hands and looked down at them over her
shoulder. The hormonal changes of pregnancy had
made the nipples enormous, almost twice the normal
size. The areolae had darkened into a deep reddish
brown instead of the more usual pink. Blue veins could
be seen criss-crossing the pale white surface of the
breasts themselves. Absolutely delicious. He just had
to get his lips onto those!
But next, the panties. He knelt behind her and eased
them down, having to tug them out from where they
had ridden up into her arse crack. He leaned forward
and bit gently into the quaking arse flesh. There was
just so much of it! He rubbed the palms of his hands
excitedly over the huge buttocks, trying to cover as
much of it as he could.
Still kneeling, Jake turned her around. In the shadow
of her over-hanging belly was soft brown pussy hair,
but it was hard to see much. He said "Lie on the bed"
and she slowly made herself comfortable, packing a
pillow behind her and putting her legs up into a wide-
apart "childbirth" position. This exposed her
completely to his view. The same hormonal changes
had darkened her inner thigh area, and made the pussy
lips very thick and rubbery-looking. He had never seen
a pussy quite like it. The lips seemed to pout outwards
and hold her vagina open. So open, in fact, that it was
possible to look partway up it. Everything looked
bigger than what he considered to be "normal".
Jake touched, gently poked and prodded, circled her
inner thighs with his finger tips, and ran them through
her pussy hair. He inserted a finger into her vagina. It
was so open that it went up easily even though her
insides were not yet very slippery. Sharon just lay there
and let him explore her, satisfying his curiosity. Her
stomach towered up between them and blocked her
view of him. Her big pudding-like breasts had rolled
outwards into her armpits. Although her pussy parts
looked big, the wide spread of her buttocks and girth of
her thighs made it seem disproportionately small. In
fact most of the time her stomach and massive thighs
would have obscured it almost completely from view
when standing, but right now she was all opened out
before him.
He wanted to lick her and generally make merry with
her genitals, but not yet. The whole night was still
ahead of them, and next on his agenda were those big
floppy breasts of hers.
"Get up on top of me?" he asked.
He lay on his back beside her and she eased herself up
to bring a massive thigh over. She straddled him
across his hips, so that his cock was sandwiched
against her pubic mound. He looked up at the huge
stomach reaching almost to his chest, and her breasts
sitting upon its upper swell like jugs upon a shelf.
Those big nipples pointed slightly downwards, aiming
at his face. Jake glided his hands over the hardness of
her stomach and up onto the softness of her breasts,
enjoying the contrast of textures.
"Lean forward."
She put her hands down on either side of his head to
support herself as she swung those globes over his face.
Her stomach was resting against his midriff. Earlier,
looking down had shown him an impressive cleavage.
Now, he was looking up into a veritable canyon. The
force of gravity brought her breasts down a long way
from her chest, so that if he were to start one swinging
it would crash into the other. Jake was getting a
beautiful closeup view of the huge darkened nipples,
and the bluish veins showing through the pale skin
around them.
He flicked out his tongue, and started teasing the
smooth flesh of the underhang area, avoiding the
nipple apart from having it occasionally brush against
his nose. Then he sampled the other breast in case it
was getting jealous. This time he licked at the nipple
with just the tip of his tongue. It was huge and firm,
and, taking it between his lips, it seemed to fill his
mouth like a little cock. He gave the first nipple the
same treatment, then took it right into his mouth and
began to suckle in earnest. Jake felt like he was in
heaven! Now that he'd latched onto the nipple firmly,
Sharon lowered herself some more so that his face was
covered in titty flesh. It was hard to breathe, but he
managed to get a nostril free and continued sucking her
teat into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the end of
it.
Sharon started moving her pubic mound against him,
rocking her whole body back and forth in slight
movements with her opening placed right against the
length of his cock. She was using his shaft to stimulate
her clit as she rocked. With his mouth full of pillowy
boob-flesh, his hands were free to roam over her
buttocks and thighs. They held this position for
several minutes, as she gently rocked and used the
sensations he was giving her to build excitement but
without actually coming.
"Make me wetter."
She raised herself up again and slid forward, holding
the bedhead to steady herself as she brought her knees
up on either side of his head and sat over his face. His
view was blotted out by the expanse of pale cellulite
rising up past his ears, and barely in focus was a close-
up of her reddened gash hovering about two inches
from his nose.
The smell was "interesting" - no, make that "exciting".
Everything was opened out like a large exotic orchid,
and his extended tongue could penetrate her vagina
quite far before coming into contact with her inner
pussy lips. These lips protruded quite far, even beyond
the hairy outer ones.
Having about an inch of room in which to move, he
dabbled and licked the puffy outer lips from anus to
clit, then did the same with the inner ones, pausing
now and again to suck them right into his mouth and
tug on them gently. A thick. sticky mucus was starting
to flow from within her, and he used his tongue to
spread it onto her outer lips. The pubic hair there was
getting wet and matted with the mixture of mucus and
saliva.
Then he probed at the little tent of her clitoral hood,
actually wriggling the tip of his tongue inside it to
directly stimulate the tip of the clit itself. Sharon's
breathing was by now getting quite short and ragged,
with the odd sharp intake of breath as Jake's tongue
poked into the little lair of her clit.
"Stop. I want to come with you inside me."
"Okay. But first, get me REALLY hard."
She got off him, and he rolled off the bed and stood up.
She sat on the edge of the bed and took him in hand.
First just a lick across the knob, then a slurp at his
shaft, tongue flicked across his balls a few times, then
she swallowed him up. It felt glorious. The action was
all in her lips, and teeth were well out of the way. She
occasionally paused to swirl her tongue over the head,
but to him it felt better to have the hotness and friction
of her pouty lips sliding past it and down the shaft
below. It was an incredibly erotic feeling, and an erotic
sight to see her concentrating on him, head bobbing up
and down and boobs swaying about, making little
slurping noises as she sucked. The skin of his prick
was now as tight as a drum.
"Okay, enough."
She got back onto the bed.
"Now, how do I get past your stomach?"
"Lets try missionary."
She lay back with her legs up again, and put a pillow
under her arse to raise it up a bit. He got between
those logs of thighs and used his hands to part them as
widely as he could. He had to keep himself in a pretty
upright position, otherwise he would be see-sawing on
her stomach. He placed his cockhead between those
engorged lips, and moved his hips forward. It slid in
easily, but the angle was such that he could not
penetrate very deeply.
Felt good though, kind of different. There was an
unusual stickyness to her insides, and heavy mucus got
coated onto his cock. Because things were so opened-
up, she was not very tight. But the friction was
sufficient to please him. He was content to pole back
and forth, and could happily carry on like that for
quite some time.
Jake struck up a rhythm that had the springing of the
mattress bouncing her down and back up onto him,
while his hands rubbed her huge belly and stroked
across her thighs. Her breasts surged back and forth in
the pools formed by her armpits, as their fucking
rocked her whole body on the bed.
"How is it?", he asked her.
"Its good, but not great. I won't come unless you bang
my clit."
"Hard to do from this angle. Want to try from the other
side?"
He withdrew and she rolled over, getting up on her
knees to put her bum in the air while stomach rested on
the mattress and her arms hugged the pillow. The
classic "doggy style" position. Jake got behind her, and
as far as his eye could see there was nothing but
mountainous derriere, with a furry valley peeping out
from between.
He moved in and plunged his cock into her passage
again. This time he could bury it completely. He just
loved the feel of her big pliant buttocks pressed into
him, fitting into the curve of his groin, while his cock
was so thoroughly immersed in her inner warmth. He
thought, to hell with skinny chicks! This is perfect.
This position was much better for him than the other,
and he started to move more vigorously. He could see
the tremours caused by his humping dissipate through
her vast backside, like shock waves radiating out from
the epicentre of an earthquake.
"Am I hitting the right spot?" he asked, shoving as hard
as he could go.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
One of her hands had reached back under her, and as
his balls swung against her on each thrust he could feel
her fingertips working away on her clit.
Time to go for it then. He sank his fingers into the
flesh of her upper legs to pull her more firmly against
him as he thrusted, and picked up the pace some more.
This was feeling really good. A few more minutes like
that, and then the contractions started.
He had never felt anything like it. At first he thought
Junior was trying to kick him out of there. Just small
squeezing down onto his cock to begin with, but then
her internal muscles started strong and regular
contractions that put him in a vise-like grip. He would
thrust, she would squeeze, he would pull back, and
thrust again. He was not being gentle about it, either.
After each squeeze, Sharon would make a sound that
was halfway between "Oh!" amd "Ow!". Her fingers were
working her clit into a frenzy.
Then she started shaking. Really quaking. After each
contraction her whole body shivered. The squeezing
was at its strongest by then, most stimulating to Jake's
cock, and he was feeling the spunk start to well up in
him. Then he started to shoot, and for each squirt he
slammed his cock as far in as he could. He was pulling
her hard against him with two fistfuls of soft flesh, and
going out of control as he tried to get in as deep as he
could. It was like having his prick stuck inside one of
those suction cups they use for milking cows. Her
insides were practically wringing him dry.
He ground to a halt, and noticed that her shivering
had stopped. The contractions continued, though less
strongly. Jake rested against her bum with his
softening cock still inside her, and they stayed like
that for several minutes as they caught their breath
again. The squeezing around his prick carried on for
all that time, though getting weaker and further
apart.
"Gee! What was that?"
"Practice run for childbirth."
"You're kidding me!"
"No, its a part of being pregnant. When I come, I
REALLY come. Lately I've been having the most
powerful orgasms of my life. If any slightest thing gets
my cunt twitching ... well, now you've seen the result.
It's still going on. Feel!"
He poked a finger back into her vagina, and sure
enough, he could still feel occasional spasms in there.
"And here was me thinking people can't have sex during
pregnancy!"
"That's what Paul thinks, too. He is grossed out by me
at the moment. He doesn't mind me sucking him off to
keep *him* satisfied, but if I want anything in return he
just about throws up. I've been a do-it-yourself-er these
past few months. Until *your* prick came along, that
is. I could feel it through your pants when we were
dancing, and that's when I decided I was going to have
you."
"But we'll just be occasional fuckbuddies, right?", she
added. "I don't want Paul to find out."
Jake snuggled up and put his arms around her, feeling
all tender and sympathetic. This was a lady he could
find himself falling in love with, if he didn't watch out.
"It'll be our secret. And at least I don't have to worry
about getting you pregnant!"
"Mmmmm ... you were great! I really enjoyed it. But
you better go, in case there is trouble. Do you mind
catching a cab?"
Jake would have liked to have lingered, maybe even
rung the bell for the start of Round Two in a little
while, but not if there was a chance Paul would
discover them. Paul may only be a wee fella, but it was
well known that he prized his shotgun second only to
his motorcycle.
Meanwhile, Paul peeped out at them from his hiding
place in the closet, hand still on his cock. The
ejaculate running over his knuckles and down his
shaft was already starting to turn cold, and he badly
wanted Sharon to start warming it up again for him.
He was so glad Sharon had come around the idea of
fucking Jake. So many of their fantasies were coming
true in one night! He loved the larger-than-life feeling
of sex with a pregnant woman, and would be quite
happy if Sharon could stay pregnant forever. He also
loved it when she got attention from other men,
pregnant or not. *She* loved it when she got attention
from other men, it seemed to bolster her sense of
femininity. And it would amuse them both to see Jake
trying his best to "act naturally" around them in future,
as if nothing was happening. The sucker!
And now, Paul was about to have another fantasy come
true; sloppy seconds! But first they had to get Jake out
of the way. Hurry up, Sharon! What's taking you so
long to get rid of him?
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Kristen's collection - Directory 8